Sea Suppressing City!
Shrouded in clouds and mist, suffused with Spirit Energy, this city was the foundation of the Cultivator Association in the Cultivation World. The entire city exuded an air of solemn majesty, like an ancient immortal sword lying dormant.
Deep within the Cultivator Association headquarters at the city's center stood an ancient palace built entirely from jet-black Spirit Jade.
Dragons and phoenixes were carved upon the beams and pillars within, every line containing obscure Dao rhymes.
The air was filled with a faint sandalwood fragrance and dense Spirit Energy, refreshing the heart and clearing the mind.
Upon the throne atop the high platform, Cheng Buzheng had reined in his aura until it was as deep as an abyss. He appeared utterly ordinary, yet concealed a pressure that made hearts tremble.
As he looked down at the Golden Core cultivator standing below with his body bent in respect, a trace of faint surprise suddenly flashed through his profound eyes.
Then he slowly spoke. His voice was not loud, yet it possessed a force that pierced straight into the heart, slowly echoing through the vast hall:
"You say that a renegade cultivator from the Spirit Fusion Immortal Sect requests an audience with this President?"
Clearly, Cheng Buzheng found this somewhat unexpected as well.
His fingertips lightly tapped against the throne's armrest. The collision of dark jade produced crisp sounds, each one seeming to strike directly upon the heart.
He frowned slightly, silently pondering:
The Spirit Fusion Immortal Sect had once been a top-tier sect, with profound foundations and experts as numerous as clouds. They had always been proud—how could they act so decisively?
According to his previous estimate, it should have taken some time before these powerful figures from sects that had once stood at the pinnacle of the Cultivation